Scarlett Yates was hit in a sore spot by his words.
Her voice was hoarse from shouting, but no one paid her any attention. Instead, they spoke earnestly about how couples fight at the bed head and reconcile at the bed foot. All her defenses seemed pale and useless.
If she called the police, Matthew Saxon would simply speak to them, or show his identity if needed. Would anyone dare to refuse him?
Would anyone believe that the dignified President of the Seymour Group would forcibly take a woman?
No one would believe it.
There were countless women queuing up to get close to Matthew Saxon, so who would believe he would need to use force against a woman?
Scarlett immediately felt deflated.
She was angry, a kind of powerless anger: "What do you want, we have nothing to do with each other anymore! I haven't disturbed your life, so why are you still looking for me?"
